A time to kiss…

Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Some one came, and kissed me there.

Come kiss and dance under the mistletoe that hangs under our village gates -like tango, you need two- and warm each other up.

(Poem above by Walter de la Mare)

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About Runa The Wild Elf

Wild Elf, nut addict, sleepless, silly
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